"Well, that's the first glimmer of common sense you've betrayed since you've been married!" "Dining _here_!" repeated Gatewood.

"I should hope not! I am just going home--" "He's thoroughly cowed," commented Kerns; "every married man you meet at the club is just going home." But he continued to push the button, nevertheless.
Gatewood leaned back in his chair and gazed about him, nose in the air.
"What a life!" he observed virtuously.

"It's all I can do to stand it for ten minutes.

You're here for the evening, I suppose ?" he added pityingly.
"No," said Kerns; "I'm going uptown to Billy Lee's house to get my suit case.

His family are out of town, and he is at Seabright, so he let me camp there until the workmen finish papering my rooms upstairs.